Cultura y Literatura
Angels on Earth magazine

Angels on Earth magazine May/June 2020

Experience the inspiring stories that fill each issue of Angels on Earth magazine, from people just like you, who have found their hope restored, faith strengthened and lives transformed through miraculous encounters with angels. Angels still visit us today to guide us, and give us reassuring evidence of God’s eternal love. Discover the angels in your own life with Angels on Earth!

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2 min.
down to earth

THIS WILL BE my first Father’s Day without my own father to celebrate on this earth. But I have so much more than memories to celebrate. I’ve watched many of my office mates lose a parent, a few in the weeks just before my daddy died from dementia this spring. Stephen’s pain was fresh: his father’s sudden death at 91, his mother’s advanced dementia (“If you ever want to talk…,” and I did). Rick understood what it was like to wait for the in evitable while far from family back home (“You’ll feel better surrounded by your siblings,” and I did). Amy offered key advice at the end (“Let your mom hold the phone to your dad’s ear so he knows you’re okay with letting him go”). In fact, all five of…

2 min.
is this your year?

HAVE YOU ALWAYS dreamed of becoming a writer? Do you have a great story to tell? Do you want to inspire millions of people? Now’s your chance! Send your story to our Writers Workshop Contest. Don’t forget to tell us about yourself and your life and writing experience. If you have a blog, vlog or social media following, let us know. The workshop class of 2018 (shown at left) is already contributing to our publications and website. Make this the year you join them! The Writers Workshop is sponsored by best-selling author Debbie Macomber. “I’ve kept journals all my life,” she says. “Not long ago, I found a spiral notebook from 1977. On the first page, it said, ‘Since the greatest desire of my life is to become a writer, I’ll…

3 min.
seven mourning doves

SNOW CLUNG to the wintery branches of the wisteria climbing the trellises in our backyard. Gazing out the kitchen window with my husband, Roger, I thought, I know exactly how it feels to be frozen in that bitterness. We had just returned from burying our 21-year-old son, Steven. But even with Roger by my side, I felt alone in my grief. Isolated from him. Isolated from God. Only a few nights ago, Steven had come over for dinner. He lived just five miles away in our small town. Roger and I had hugged and kissed him goodbye, never imagining it was for the last time. The next morning, Steven was on his way to work when his car hit a patch of black ice and slammed into a tree. As I looked…

4 min.
animal angels

Rabbits, Rabbits! First thing every morning, I logged onto Facebook, looking forward to greetings and prayer requests from friends and family near and far. Today, however, I was met with the sad news that a friend had passed away suddenly. I would so miss her loving smile and the encouraging words in her posts. My favorite was the one she would post on the first of the month. “Rabbits, rabbits, everyone!” she’d write. It was a good luck ritual she’d picked up when she lived in England. I closed my laptop to get some fresh air. Filling a pitcher with seed, I made my way to the bird feeder, counting on my colorful visitors to bring me some solace. As I poured in the seed, something moved under the dogwood tree. A…

6 min.
beyond my expectations

I FIRST MET Jonathan Pinkard in December 2018. The day started normally. I walked in to Piedmont Newnan Hospital in Newnan, Georgia, where I worked as an ICU nurse. When I arrived, my coworker told me about Jonathan, one of the patients I’d be caring for that day. He was 26, with autism and no home address, and he’d been in and out of the local hospitals since August. Although he was in heart fail ure, he’d been removed from the transplant list because he wasn’t able to take care of himself. He couldn’t remember to take his medicine regularly. He didn’t eat right. Worse still, his PICC line, the intravenous tube used to administer med ication, was always coming out. Without someone to help him manage his care, he…

5 min.
the postcard

FOR THE MOMENT, things were quiet at my office. With a couple of minutes to myself, I naturally began to think about my son, Cavin, who was living with me while looking for a job. He really wanted to work in France, where he’d just spent two years teaching English. But his visa required him to leave the country for a while before returning. Cavin had decided to look for a teaching position in Spain in the meantime. “The town where I lived in France was pretty close to Spain,” he’d explained to me when he moved in. “I loved Barcelona. Plus, if I went to Spain I could pick up another language. I put in an application. Now I just have to wait for a response.” “Your dad went to Spain,”…